Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Nauru and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Icehouse to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Kings Of Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Art Ensemble Of Chicago record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
Matthew Bourne,
The Sonics,
Brand Nubian,
Banda Bassotti,
ABBA,
the Normal,
The United States of America,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eden Ahbez,
Brick,
The Monochrome Set,
The Move,
Nik Kershaw,
Reagan Youth,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rotary Connection,
MC5,
The Martian,
Gong,
The Sisters of Mercy,
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Jeff Lynne,
Outsiders,
PIL,
Marshall Jefferson,
Stetsasonic,
Duran Duran,
Shoche,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Gabor Szabo,
Wings,
Parry Music,
Grey Daturas,
The Searchers,
AZ,
Pagans,
Masters at Work,
Amazonics,
Vainqueur,
Moby Grape,
Rufus Thomas,
Todd Terry,
Fatback Band,
The Monks,
Mantronix,
Man Parrish,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Public Image Ltd.,
Electric Prunes,
Stockholm Monsters,
Crooked Eye,
Flipper,
Ten City,
The Gladiators,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Victims,
Nico,
Malaria!,
Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe, Tommy Roe.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.